Page 48 of Tethered Souls
Swinging me off him, he slams me into the side of the garage, out of view of the house. My breath whooshing out, I’m left momentarily stunned, and then even more so when I’m hauled into the air and he kisses me.
Arousal explodes in my belly, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, momentarily ignoring the fact that I’m angry at him. Because I’ve never felt the touch of his lips on mine, and I’m craving that connection, that binding of souls that makes it seem like he seesmeand not just the offspring I can pump out. But the kiss isn’t sweet and romantic. It’s rough and hard and a desperate, raw demand of pure need.
His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I open for him as I grab his hair. I grind my pussy against his waist as he kisses me. There’s no technique, no slow exploration as he learns my mouth as he has every other part of my body. He is just greedy in his claim, lapping up every inch of me, pushing his tongue as far down my throat as it’ll go. Like he’s desperate to get inside of me one way or another.
Moaning against him, I trail my fingers down his neck, scratching my claim into his skin. His hands bunch in my ass as he rocks me faster against him. I clench and unclench my legs, my body aching with the need for a release.
My tongue pushes against him, and his retreats, letting me into his mouth. It’s enough of a shock, that lowering of his guard, that offering up of control, that I break away. I stare at him, and he stares at me. Our breaths collide hot and heavy in the cold air of February.
My chest tight, I rasp, “Do you know what color my eyes are?”
His gaze doesn’t waver as it pierces directly into my soul. But he doesn’t just say the color he can clearly see. He doesn’t even give me that. Instead, he sets me down, then bends low to pick up the dress he dropped. It’s a red Ozgur Masur, a draped shoulder gown worth a few grand, and the dress I’m planning on wearing to the engagement party tomorrow.
“Put it on,” he says.
“Not until you answer me.”
He towers over me, looking down, his gaze searching mine. My lips tingle as I stare up at him. “Why?” he finally asks. “What does it matter if I know the exact color of your eyes? All you are is a womb, Micha.”
But the way he says it makes my breath catch. Like he knows every shade but is refusing to admit it. Like he wants something more than what he dares to ask for, to demand I give him. Like he wants what I do – this undeniable pull between us making him terrified of what will happen once it finally snaps into place, so he pushes me away. So he keeps his guard up. His feelings safe.
Holding his gaze, I undo the button on my pants, then push them off. Next comes my shirt, leaving me practically naked in the cold air. All I’m now wearing are some plain black cotton panties. Goosebumps rise across my arms and belly, and for a moment I think he’s going to forego the dress part and just fuck me, but he lifts it higher. A silent demand, and I grab it from him and put it on. The red silk caresses my skin like a lover, the deep V-cut of the frontline plunging low between my breasts and pulling his eyes to them.
Then he looks up, his eyes dark and dangerous, and I suck in a breath of pure adrenaline and need. Electricity arcs through my legs, the urge to run making them itch to move.
Grabbing something out of his jacket pocket, he flicks it open, and I recognize the butterfly knife he put inside me when I first arrived. This time it’s the blade that he lines up with my pussy. My heart hammers in my chest as I watch him slowly slice through the expensive fabric of my dress, trailing the knife down to my knees. Then he puts it away, and from that same pocket, he pulls out a toy.
It’s bright pink and shaped in a U, one side bulbous, the other a thin tail. Like a curled up sperm, in all honesty. I stare at it, wondering what exactly it does. But I don’t have to think for long because he shoves aside my panties and pushes the egg-shaped end inside. The tail curves around my pussy and presses against the front of it. I kegel, but he isn’t done, pulling out another item, a thin cord with a bulge in the middle, that causes my eyes to widen and my breaths to come out hard and fast.
Sliding his hand inside my dress, he secures one end of the set of nipple clamps to me. I arch against the wall of the garage, hissing in a breath at the new sensation rocking my body. I barely give my breasts attention when I masturbate, but fuck me, I’ve been missing out. The utter deliciousness as he pinches the other clamp around me has me kegeling again on a moan.
Ducking his head to my neck, he kisses the base of it before running his tongue up to my ear. “The color of your eyes,” he murmurs, “have nothing on the color you go when you’re on the verge of coming.”
My brain spasms, then short circuits completely when he takes my earlobe in between his teeth.
“Now run, little monster.”
Stepping swiftly back, he releases me, but it takes me a moment to find my legs. My heart pounding at the hunger in his dark eyes, I stumble away, heading for the woods surrounding his home.
My pace quickens. My strides lengthen. And soon I am running in an awkward gait. The curved tail, combined with my underwear, though, holds the toy snuggly in place.
As the fresh, crisp air fills my lungs, I start to get into a rhythm. My arms pump. My legs eat up the ground, and my chest expands with the thrill of the chase. My ears strain, alert for every sound behind me. But there is only silence. My skin buzzes with the anticipation of him coming out of nowhere, his arms grabbing me around the waist as he hauls me to the ground.
But it never happens, and after a few seconds of silence, I chance a look behind me. Varius is still standing where I left him. His attention isn’t even on me; it’s on his phone, and my feet grind to a halt as powerful emotions clash inside of me. Hurt. Annoyance. Fear that he’s already bored of me and will toss me aside so my worth becomes even less than it is now.
My fingers crackle with the building of anger. And then I gasp as my knees give out, and I stumble forward.
His head lifts. His eyes find mine. And a slow, wicked smirk curves his lips as the toy inside me vibrates. Varius’ thumb moves across the screen of his phone. The vibrations intensify, making my thighs snap together. I pant hard as the cold air wraps its arms around me, making my nerves sensitive to every single brush against them.
The toy stills, and Varius takes a step towards me. He walks slow, purposefully, his stride confident in his capture of me despite the lack of speed. My pulse in my throat, I spin for the woods. Just as I duck between the first set of trees, though, the toy goes off again, and I cry on a small stumble. The vibrations themselves aren’t very arousing, the sensation too new to my body. But the feel of being hunted, of being tracked and played with by this powerful man…fuck me,is that hot.
My nipples tighten from the arousal coursing through me, deliciously pinched between the clamps. Dried twigs crunch underfoot, and the smell of the still blossoming flowers shifts to the bark of the trees as I head deeper into the woods. I duck beneath a branch, then cry out, my eyes popping wide as I stumble to my knees. The clamps on my nipples are vibratinghard, and dear gods, that’s working for me way more than the toy in my pussy. I struggle to suck in air as the sensations build on those two sensitive buds, a near painful crescendo that has me curling in half, my right hand reaching between my thighs. Needy. Desperate.
“Run!”
Whimpering, I squeeze my eyes shut. I want to tell him to go to hel, to let me have this, but my words escape me, so I just show him with my actions. My fingers press on my clit. My pussy clenches tight. He doesn’t get to just boss me around like some –
I cry out as his body slams into me. His hands find mine as we roll, clamping over my fingers and ripping both my arms away from my body. I struggle beneath his grip, but he’s too strong, has entire dominance over me.
